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“Uh, no,” I say, quickly moving my hand away from him. He frowns at me, and I desperately don’t want to ruin our date before it’s begun, but fuck, we’re in public for goodness’ sake.

“One day you’re going to have to get over how others look at us, squirt, because I’m not hiding away forever,” he says, and then he moves forward, me following behind him as we make our way onto the beach. It’s now that I register that he’s carrying a rucksack, and I wonder what we’re going to be getting up to out here. I refuse to let his little tantrum piss me off. He has to be able to understand why the hell I don’t want the whole world to see us holding hands, surely? I mean, we don’t even know what the fuck we are yet, not really, and until I’ve figured it all out, I’m sure as hell not going to let the entire world know that we’re… together.

My life has gone from zero to sixty in the blink of an eye.

Can I really do this?

Mason stops walking when we reach the cliffs to the side, and he proceeds to climb over the rocks at the bottom, with me following. I know where he’s going, he’s brought me here once before, before any fucking complications occurred between us.

There is a secluded cave just beyond these rocks, and I’m thankful he told me to wear trainers and comfortable clothes. And when he disappears into the cave, me following a few seconds later, I am speechless as I see that there’s a blanket with a picnic basket in the middle, a bunch of flowers resting beside it, and pillows at the edges.

“How did you…” I begin to say, my words getting lost at the sheer amount of thought he’s put into this date.

“I came here early this morning to set it up,” he says with a shrug, as if it’s no big deal.

“Before your workout?” I ask, my eyes wide still with surprise. He nods at me, putting his hands in the pockets of his trousers and looking like every woman’s fucking fantasy.

I feel something tug at my heart. I feel like butterflies are swarming around my stomach. I feel anything but hate for the man stood in front of me.

I walk towards him, stopping in front of him and standing on tiptoes to plant a light kiss on his lips. “This is perfect, thank you.” And now I get why he was so pissed about the hand holding. “And I’m sorry about—”

“No need,” he says, cutting me off. “I know this is going to take time.”

“I’m still sorry,” I say quietly, because I am, and I wish we could just be out in the open, like a normal date, but we don’t have that luxury. So, hidden in a cave it is, until the time comes when this has either run its course or we face the music head on.

I’m not sure what way it will go, but hidden in this cave, away from the eyes of the world, I fail to care.

ChapterTwelve

MASON

“Stop it,” she says through her laughter, as I give up tickling her and pin her to the floor instead. Fuck, her laughter is my favourite sound, one I want to bottle up and take with me wherever I go. But when the laughter dies on her lips, I see the fire for me in her eyes, her green pools a little brighter than before.

I lean down and kiss her, tasting the strawberry flavour on her tongue from the strawberries and cream we had just moments ago. I packed up all her favourite foods to come here. I made sure to bring her somewhere special, somewhere uniquely us. We’re not about a fancy fucking restaurant. No. What we have is far deeper. More meaningful. Our bond feeling so fucking strong that I hope nothing can break it. For me, it will never be broken, but for her… time will tell.

I just have to make sure she falls in love with me, because I won’t live any other way.

I am fucking obsessed with her. Period.

My lips move down her body, running over her clothes, until I get to her nipple, which is standing to attention underneath her top. The way I affect her makes my dick rock hard. I suck her nipple into my mouth, through the fabric, and I get a fucking rush as she moans and writhes underneath me, her back arching slightly, showing me she needs more.Oh, don’t worry, baby, we’re just getting started.

Her hand comes to the back of my head, urging me to keep going. And if it didn’t, when she says, “Mason, eat me,” I go fucking feral with how much I want her.

I move down her body, hooking my fingers beneath the waistband of her shorts, and with one fluid motion, I pull them down her legs as she lifts her arse to make sure I’m not obstructed. And I see that the filthy minx isn’t wearing any underwear, to which I cock an eyebrow at her, and she smiles shyly.Nothing to be shy about, squirt.

I lick my lips and lean down, burying my head between her legs as I push her thighs apart, wanting her spread out before me.

My tongue circles her clit, before my lips latch on and my finger pushes inside of her. Her legs tremble as I work her into a frenzy, the fact that we’re essentially laying on a cold, hard floor, save for the blanket I put down, not even being an issue, because we’re too fucking consumed by each other to care.

Her moans echo around the space, and as her leg start to tremble with the need for her release, I pull away, leaving her hanging on the edge as I make my way back up her body and let her taste herself on my lips. Our tongues clash, both of us hungry for more.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard while you look out over the waves,” I growl against her lips. Her answering whimper tells me she’s on board with that idea.

“I’m gonna bend you over and sink my dick into your pussy and my finger in your arse.”

“Jesus, Mason…”

“I’m gonna fuck you so good that you’ll barely be able to walk out of here,” I promise, and then I drop back down her body once again, taking her clit back in my mouth as I work her towards her orgasm, but as she’s reaching the peak, I pull away again.

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